“Are you staying with us too, Miss Fraser?” asked Jim.
“No, I think I had better go on with your uncle. It wouldn't be fair to let him ride home alone, would it?”
“No, I suppose not,” observed Jim with unnecessary dryness in his voice; “he might get lost.”
Gerrard laughed, and tried to seize the lad by his arm, but he was too quick for him.
“How are you, Harry?” he said to the stockman, as he held out his hand. “Cattle all right?”
“Right as rain, boss. How's yourself?”
“Bully. Oh, I say, Harry; the youngsters want very much to have a look at the ship to-morrow. I daresay you would too.”
“I would, boss, seein' 'as I never was on board a real sailin' boat.”
“Well, you can all go on board to-morrow. Miss Fraser and I will push on home, so if you'll saddle our horses for us, I'll finish the tent for you.”
A quarter of an hour later everything had been finished—the tent set up, and the horses saddled and in readiness.